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IN FIVE SCENES 

BASED ON THE HISTORY OF 

THE TOWN FROM 

1614-1914 

WITH SPOKEN WORDS, DANCES, 
PANTOMIME AND SONG 

WRITTEN BY 

VIRGINIA TANNER | 

AND PRESENTED OUT-OF-DOORS BY THE j 

PEOPLE OF ROCKPORT 

UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE | 

WOMAN'S AUXILIARY TO THE LEANDER M. HASKINSj 

HOSPITAL 



FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE HOSPITAL 




ROCKPORT REVIEW PRINTERY 



SCENES OF THE MASQUE 



I 


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Nature. 

II 


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The Red Men of Wingaersheek. 




Ill 




The Exph)rers. 




IV 




The First Settlers of Sandy Bay. 




V 




The Desolation of the War. 




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The Crowning of Rockport. 





THE DANCES OF THE MASQUE 

1. The Spirit of Nature Sunnnons the Children of Wingaersheek. 

2. Dance of Worship by Indian Women. 

3. Indian War Dance. 

4. The Coming of the Adventurers. 

5. Civilization Drives the Indians from the Land. 

6. Industry Brings her Gifts to the Pioneers. 

7. The Children's Dance. 

8. The Spirit of War. 

9. The Coming of Want. 

10. Industry Triumphs over Want. 
Finale. 

Music used in the Masque, from real Indian Melodies; old tunes 
and from Brownoff, Tschaikowsky, Grieg, Luigini. Gounod, etc. 
Orcliestra under direction of Miss Hannah Randall. 



COMMITTEE ON MASQUE 

Mrs. R. L. Emery, Mrs. J. M. Wetherell, Miss Mary B. Tupper, Mis 
Mary Bartlett, Mrs. Eouis Chandler, Mrs. Geo. Sargent, Mrs. F:ii Goti 
Mrs. Stephen Marston, Mrs. Susie Knowlton, Mrs. W. W. Campbei: 
Miss Bertha Driver. Miss Ida Davidson. Mrs. Frank Fears, Mrs. Charle 
Knowlton, Mrs. Albert French, Mrs. Archie Walen, 

AUG 19 1914 



A Masque of Rockport 



Into the silence steal the reed}- notes of a plaintive old world air. The 
Spirit of Nature conies shyly from behind the rock, veilinjjj her eyes with 
her long hair. In happy content, she dances on the grass, laughing and 
playing with the flowers and trees. L,onely for companionship, she bethinks 
herself of those that people her world, climbing the rock in her search for 
them. The dance dies away. Crouching and swaying she croons to the 
children of Nature, — 

Come my Children 
Come to the land you love 
To the sandy bay that feeds yon^ 
To the rocks which reflect the sn?i. 
Children of Wingaershcek, 
Cotne my Children, 
Come. 
The Red Man from all sides creep to the place. The Spirit of Nature 
bends ever lower to the rock, high over their heads, until in the vines 
which cover it she is hidden from their sight. 

The women practice their humble arts, setting up the wigwam, build- 
ing the fire, and grinding the corn. The men drive in the totem pole, 
squatting beside it to sharpen and polish their arrows and spears. To the 
slow rythm of their song, the Indian maidens dance a ritual dance in wor- 
ship of Nature, with gesture symbolic of their corn-planting. The Spirit 
of Nature pushes away the vines which cover her, shakes back her hair, 
and of a sudden stands visible above them. 

The dance grows wilder. At its height, sounds a bugle blast, once, 
twice, and again, ever louder and clearer. 

The Indians cease theirdabor, and huddle in terror. The Spirit of 
Nature springs before them to face the unknown. Adventure — a youth, 
strong, hardy, and bold, leaps upon the scene. They gaze at one another 
in silence. The Spirit of Nature speaks first. 

Who comes hither f 
Adventure — I am the vision of men' s hopes 

I am the leader of their minds, 
I am the master of their souls. 

For my sake men leave the warm hearth-fire, the 

silken banquet halls, and the love of women. ■$■ 

For my salze tJiey brave the salt spray and the bitter 

wind, to a nezv land. 

For my sake some sink in forest s'ivamps drcam.- 

lulled, some sleep wave-torn 0)i distant sands, and 

some fight ever forward to the goal . 

Menpollow where I would lead. I am the Spirit 

of Adventure. 



Nature — My people s/ia/l not folloiv you 

Adv^eiiture — Fear not. 

I eomc to see and not to take. I leave an old world 

to sate my eyes, jiot glut my hands. 

Behold the voyagers to a neiv land ! 

The Explorer, with some of his boatmen and standard bearers, steps 
upon the land. By means of signs they ask direction. The Explorer 
traces a rude map in charcoal upon a strip of bark torn from the wigwam. 
The Sagamore grunts his comprehension and completes the shore line. 
The White men mingle freely with the Indians in friendly fashion. 

Suddenly an Indian leaps to the pole, striking deep with his weapon, 
another follows with the war-cry, the tom toms sound quicker, exciting 
them to the War-Dance. The wdiite men stand idly watching, their 
Captain the centre of the swift-moving dance. The rythni is broken by a 
wild Indian cry as a concerted attack is made upon the white leader. In 
an instant they have him prone, and helpless, the Chief .stands taut with 
upraised war-club ready to kill, when the Spirit of Nature throws herself 
between them, crying 

Spare the White Man! 

The Indians sullenly withdraw, the sailors run to their Captain with 
weapons ready drawn. The Spirit of Nature stands between them still. 

Once again is heard the bugle blast. The Spirit of Adventure is seen 
pointing to the distance. The Captain signals his men to sheath their 
weapons. 

Adventure ealls — 

he says, and pursues the figure that leads them on and ever on, out of the 
Indians sight. 

In their stead there is seen a shimmering and alluring figure, dancing 
alone in the distance. As she comes nearer she smiles to the Indians, and 
scatters bright colored baubles at their feet. The Red Men hunt eagerly 
lor the glittering toys, and crowd about her in childish delight. The 
Spirit of Nature tries in vain to lead them away. They fawn about the 
new comer but the more. At length they even kneel to her in subjection. 
At that she suddenly changes her whole being. The smiles and entice- 
ments are gone, in their place scorn and cruelty. With the very gifts 
with which she has won them she whips them from her. Little by little 
she drives them away, until the hearth fire trodden out. the wigwam 
destroyed, the Indians scatter and disappear. Only the abandoned totem 
pole, symbol of their tribe, is left to mark the spot of their habitation. 

The Spirit of Nature stands weeping by the rock, powerless over so 
powerful a foe. The Newcomer goes to her and touches her shoulder, 
speaking — 

Weep not ! Daughter of the Wonderland ! 
vSpirit of Nature — Woe is on the land. You have brought destruction 
to the people of Wingaersheek. 



Civilization — Weep not ! I say. 

You Uirned him I foil otv from this place. Me yo7i 

cannot. 

Adventure has come, played the zvhile, and g07ic. 

But I am come to 7vork and stay. 

Spirit of Nature — Ah Woe, Woe, 1 he People of Wingaersheek are no 
Tnore. 

Civilization — Many visaged, many visioned, I prepare the place 

for a neiv race. A race shall acclaim me, even as 
they acclaimed you. 
Civilization shall over r2de Nature ! 

The Spirit of Nature bows in submission at her feet, together they 
watch for the new race. 

Then come the Pioneers of Sandy Bay, sturdy. God-fearing men and 
women of the soil, ladened heavily with the homely implements of their 
work. They set down their burdens, chattering and directing the placing 
of their belongings. One of the men lifts his face to the sky. They be- 
come silent. He kneels, and one by one the men, women and children 
kneel about him. 

The First Settler — Oh ! God, we kneel to thee on this new land, humbly 
to ask thy blessing on this our settlement of Sandy 
Bay . We beseech thee. 

Our Father, to give us strength and courage, that 
we rnay bring civilizatio?i to the wilderness, and 
industry to our hearth . 
Help us Oh ! Lord, thy children pray ! Amen. 

One after another the new Settlers repeat : 
Amen. 

Great stir and bustle begins. The Settlers light the hearth-fire with 
the long-forgotten totem-pole, and set up the standard of their race. They 
unpack their belongings, begin the daily stint of spinning, make ready the 
pot for the fire — The children play happily. 

As the daily toil goes on Industry, followed by the maidens of the 
sea, the growing corn, and the grey stone, brings to the workers her gifts, 
the fruits of their labors, the fisheries, the farm produce, and the granite. 
The Settlers joyfully gather in their plenty. There is now leisure to watch 
the children at their dancing-games, and the Settlers can afford to idle for 
the moment. 

To the peaceful home, come War. in flaming red, clashing her two 
swords to incite them to arms. At her command they tear down the stand- 
ard they have raised, and rally to her cause. The men drop their work, 
snatch any weapon nearest at hand, pitch-fork or musket, and gathering 
from all the country, march away. 



The women bravely watch the departure of their loved-ones. When 
the last one has disappeared from sio^ht, and the sound of the fife and drum 
is heard no more, tliey sadly gather their children about the deserted 
hearth and mourn the desolation of their home. 

Want — In strange and uncouth forms, hunger, fear, despair, — comes 
upon them. The women cower, beaten to the ground, as they feel the 
touch of her passing garments. 

Then a note sounds, sweet and true. White winged hope stands on 
the rock above their heads. vShe raises the silver trumpet to her lips. 
Again the sweet note sounds and they listen. She drops the trumpet and 
speaks to them. 

Lift up your eyes. Oil ! yc of sorrow, Hope bids 
you face f lie future ! 

The women raise their eyes fearfully to a strange sight. 

Industry has returned and challenges the power of Want. The tur 
bulence of their conflict is as the noise of the storm. To this side and that 
the power falls, until triumphant, Industry overcomes Want. The peo- 
ple of Sandy Bay may again enjoy the plenty from their toil. 

Hope speaks to them again — 

Want is drii'^en f) om your ho7fies, Oh! Settlers of 
Sandy Bay ! Lift your eyes yet fiigfier. Bcfiold an 
ideal nobler than your eyes fiave ever seen. 
Tfie Vision of Rockport . 

Cherisfi in your fiea7'ts, ye Citizens of a future 
Towiisliip, co-oporation, civic love, felloivsfiip and 
tfie common iveal. Bind of tJiem a chaplet, "u^fiicfi 
succeeding genet-ations may make so strong-, tliat 
7vhen your vision of Rockport comes, she may be 
fittingly crozvned. 

Lift yotir eyes still higfirr, you sfiall behold the 
vision . 

As the people of Sandy Bay wind the garland, the men and women of 
succeeding generations in quaintly fashioned garbs join the workers to 
add their part. The golden crown is finally wreathed, the hands that 
made it work no more. 

The Vision of Rockport, dazzling in her Civic robes, followed by many 
attendants, comes to the vyaiting throng. The Red Men, and the Kxplor- 
ers, who long ago played their part in her conception, crowd the scene. 

We of today, turning to her in fealty, place the crown of long-making 
upon her head, and our voices take up the cheer of cheers. As they pass 
from our sight, these stauncher men and w^omen of the townstead, the 
hymn of our country rises from our hearts. 

The Masque is done. 



CAST OF CHARACTERS 

IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE 

Spirit of Nature, Miss Vianna Knowltou 

The Red Men of Wingaersheek. 
Chief, Edward Hale. 

Indian Men, Donald Frost, Thomas Worcester, Paul Means, 
Sidney Maddocks, Kenneth Perkins, Newton Bailey, 
Paul Bray, Raymond Sargent. 

Indian Women, Margaret Mason, Ruth Shirley Tuttle, Margaret 
Campbell, Ruth I^aue, Gladys Daggett. 

Indian Girls, Esther Story, Edith Todd, Gertrude Parker, Ruth 
Parker, Alba Ratti, Evelyn Eane, Edna Welsh, 
Vera Head, Helen Wetherell, Arline Pushee, 
Margaret McKie. 

Spirit of Adventure, Leonard Roffey 

Capt. John Smith, the Explorer, Mr. Will T. Norwood 

His Men and Standard Bearers, Mr. Elmer Burgess, Mr. Charles Wallace, 

John Borgstrom, John Peterson. 

Spirit of Civilization, Miss Virginia Tanner 

The First Settlers of Sandy Bay, representing the families of Richard 
Tarr, David Babson, John Day, John Pool, Miss 
Annie Choate, Miss Ida Davison, Mrs. Carrie 
Tibbetts, Emma Tibbetts, Mrs. Addie Dodd, Miss 
Esther Stevens, Mrs. Rena Grimes, Miss Isabel 
Knowlton, Miss Eouisa Knowlton, Miss Alice York, 
Mr. Frank Elwell. 

Fiddler, Alden Bartlett. 

Children, Llewelyn Martin, Clarence Chandler, Robert 

Rogers, Charles Rogers, Leonora Chandler* 
Katheryn Rogers, Isabel Knowlton, Louisa 
Knowlton, Ellen Marshall, Virginia Grimes, 
Virginia Wries, Elizabeth French, Viola Green. 
Louise Jewel, Marion Stevens, Harriet Knowlton, 
Kenneth Stevens. 



Industry, Miss Alice Worcester 

Her gifts of The Sea, The Growing Corn and The Granite. 

Corn, Sarah Fears, Edna Gadd, Helen Lynch. 

Granite, Elsie McGrath, Jennie Henderson, Gladys Stimson. 

The Sea, Dorothy Canaga, Esther Swanson, Margaret Tufts, 

The Spirit of War, Miss Evylth Walen 

Minute Men of vSandy Bay, C. L. Haskell, Merton Bean, Richard Swanson, 

Harry Floyd, James Tilson, Edward Rowe, 
Albert Pushee, David Babson, Maynard Orr, 
Daniel Gill, Finest Stevens, Lester Stevens, 
Harold Stevens, Howard Anderson. Wilfred 
Anderson 

Want, Miss Gertrude Upham 

Her followers, Hunger, Fear, Despair, Dorothy Randall, Doris 

Russell, Theresa York, Pauline Marshall, 

Priscilla Knowlton, Betty Liff^er, Carrie Porter, 

Ellen Tufts, Josephine Cox. 

Hope, Miss Barbara Worcester 

Citize . of Sandy Bay, 18 14, Mrs. C. Harry Rogers, Mary B. Tupper 

Citizens of 1860, Mrs. Geo. Sargent, Virginia Sargent. Mildred Hodgkins, 

Myron Parsons. 
Citizens of Rockport, Today, Emma McGrath, Edward Earle 

The Vision of Rockport, Mrs. E. E. Cleaves 

Her Attendants, Peace, Plenty, Prosperity. Education, etc., 
Geneva Smith, Mary Thomas, Maude Thomas. 

The Masque in all detail, in the arrangement of dances, the dramatic 
action, the costuming, music, etc.. is under the direction of Virginia 
Tanner. 



PD 1. 8 1! 



Copyright, 1914, by Virginia Tanner. 






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